A FeastWhen I was a child my grandfather took me hunting in the wild forest near our village.We didn't catch anything all day, only found a rotten deer that we couldn't salvage. It was getting dark and our feet hurt so we finally set up camp near a small river. We didn't have anything to eat, our supplies were over from the day before, but we felt good enough from the walk and the air was fresh and moist and filled with the smell of the forest after the rain and some gorgeous flower to which I forgot the name.We just sat down by the fire, among fireflies and crickets. We felt happy and laughed at our grumbling bellies.The sky was clear and my